PHILOMEL CANTUS

Once I loved a girl for the first time, But it was nothing but a timed out mime. Afraid I was to speak with her, And clearly she was not my admirer. I thought it not as a childish game, But for her it was a matter of shame. Expressed in harsh terms, her hatred, And left me dead and distressed. Swans I sent with apologies in strain, And a smile I asked if we meet again. Last day at the churchyard we met, But she turned her face away and a sting I felt. When denied and skimped on with disdain, We descern the worth of love with pain .

Everyday I go on a bus. It is nothing but weary and a mess. The only thing refreshing my mind, Are the girls on the bus whom I find. Someday the scene is alright. Someday the screen is too bright. But the mind weared out by books, Is not particular about looks. Sometimes they frighten you Sometimes they smile at you Some do not care And some say it's not fair. I know what I do is wrong, But the will of   mind is too strong.

Everyone was waiting. And atlast it came; the Christmas eve. But the wait they had was not at all husky when compared to the wait mankind had for its saviour. But it's worth it, always. Mr. Ioner was walking around the church along with his daughter Ruthie. Unlike others, Ioner wasn't waiting for this eve. For him, it is the day on which he has to buy something for his daughter. No one knows his trauma in raising his Ruthie, who is merely seven. And the disparity of this family was that Ruthie knew that her mother was somewhere in heaven. But she never felt this 'motherlessness'. Mr. Ioner, a stroppy man, was somehow a fine father. The dusty rocks and gnarled iron blocks that Ioner lifted up with his bare hands at his worksite, he was actually removing those obstacles from his daughter's life. He loved his little angel, more than anything in this hellish world. Whatever, now our Ioner is walking around the church with his Ruthie, whose amazement wa...

We hath no fear, In thy hands most high, For thou shalt send thy angel, And he wilt shield us, From deeds other than thou.

Now they've parted. From me and my world. To an extreme distant land, To a far more secure land, A land with no dawn or dusk. Meek and desolate I stood, Savoring the misery of being alone. The balmy words never reached me, For I tried to pacify me With sorely unsound reasons. I saw people around me, Striving to construct a grin for me. They do that all the time. Even I would've done that If I were them. Their lips with a tapering smile And hands holding tight on my shoulders, Spoke what they were about say. But I never could fathom, What they really wanted to say. I was staring at those bodies. They say that it is my family. I didn't get the truth of it, Because I do see their congruence, But I don't see their gusto. The priest was mumbling prayers. The ' guests ' were weighing tears. Others were lecturing on trancience. But soon  I forgot everyone, Since I was busy trying not to cry. But a...

Trees that fruited gold, Rivers that carried milk, Birds that sung of love, And he who enjoyed this. Lofty peaks that hindered clouds, Drawn in blue the skies of mist, Paved in green the roads of silk, And he who lived here. Born from the loam he stood, With the hands of his Lord Came with pride to live, To rule, in the Land of Wonders. Just and loyal he was To the Lord - All Powerful, Who confined him to skive off, The fruit of the ' tree of knowledge '. Named everything he saw, Called out what he desired. Lived where he liked, Yet, always complied his Lord. Once placed beside a brook, He saw those glimpses, That baffled his thoughts, And he longed for something unknown. The fish he saw had a spouse, The bird he saw had a pal, All he saw had a mate, And together they shared the wonders. He then thought in despair, About the life he had, lonesome In the paradise of wonders, With no one of his kind. Fo...

The rain was heavy. It was pounding hard upon the streets and the meadows. But the trees, plants and grasses seemed to be happy. I don't know why. A man was standing in the rain. His eyes were raised to the heavens. He has been standing there for quite a while. His eyes were wet with tears. But how could anyone notice that ? A traveller came this way. He saw the man wet and shivering. He said to the man: " What are you doing my friend ? Find yourself a roof. You may get ill ". The man looked at the traveller. He couldn't see his face for he was standing inside the shade of a big black umbrella. ' Yes, he is right ', the man thought, ' These days, anything that came from the skies, brought trouble along with it '. But no. He is not going anywhere. He said to the traveller with a faint smile on his face: " My friend, imagine that you have two brothers. They are fighting each other and their blood is pouring all over you. Wou...

In the fatal abiding waters, Talking with the wind, Dancing with the tide, I sail on a scenic half-sunken dinghy. I saw no land. I saw no ship. With the sturdy fog around me, I could hear the clash of the clouds As I moved on, in chaos, The wind took my hand. And when I glanced into the foggy water, I saw a squirming fish. Stomping the water with its tail, Upside down, with half open eyes, Suffocating at the top of the ocean, Still wanting to live. " Hey you drowsy little fish,   Welcome to my garden ", I could hear the voice of Death. But, " Not yet ", says the fish. Timorous, still vigorous, He twirled over to set his course. To sustain himself, to get along. And then he ascended to perpetuity. This sight boiled my blood, And strengthened my nerves. I was ready to destruct obstacles And to outrun my fate. Once I saw nothing. Now I see hope. And like that triumphant friend of mine, I hope w...

Meek, plunged in dreams, Settled at the back of the row, I was alone in my world. None perceived me, except one. Even in the dim flare from the windows, I saw me gleaming in her eyes. I wonder why ! Like a modest parrot she turned away, And never looked again. But I only looked at her. I wonder why ! Tall like a mountain ash Humble like a white pony. Quiet like a sleeping owl, Yet like stars, Her eyes glittered. I wonder why ! Then she spoke And I was stunned. Never listened but stared. Cute, my heart whispered. Is this love ? I wonder why ! We can't make love, It springs up unknowingly. But once in love, Like a gentle charming plaque, It won't break loose. I wonder why !

Chilled, stunned and startled, With tears of his heart, Waiting, slyly praying, For his time to come. Smiling at the worst, Hoping for the best and Dreaming a bright new world. Woeful soloist, desolate, Ready to prop up wrecked ones. No one ever saw him. But he saw everyone. Yet, Smiling at the worst, Hoping for the best and Dreaming a bright new world. Alien in the world of mirth. Unbeholden, unloved by his beloved. Luminous like a candle in the woods. Clement, but always being hunted. Still, Smiling at the worst, Hoping for the best and Dreaming a bright new world.

I have a brother. Yes, I have a twin brother. Born with me and grown with me. Wherever I go, he'll pursue. I always bolts away from him. But he'll trace me. Since birth I remember him. More than anyone I've known him. He's my beloved brother. He, without me, can't subsist. I'm his only hope. The longer I absconded from him, The earnest I felt him. Some times he made me bawl. Now he can only wet my eyes. First I hated him, But now I don't. He made my tears worthy. He assigned a meaning to my life. Now I need him. I'm not happy without him. I'm incomplete without him. I cloak his existence and act mirth. And so I please the world. Key to happiness it is. Sow bliss and laugh. Laugh in woe. Yes I have a brother. His name is Pain.

Count the ribs of those hungry boys. Pity the lives of those raped girls. Follow the whims of religious murderers. Condemn the one who steals to eat. Spit on the prostitutes, Wave away the beggars, And ignore the weak. Now pray for mercy. Mercy ? Man gets hit by a car. Plenty of time to save him. But why ? Take a pic or shoot a movie. When the man is dead, Show it to the world. Now what's in the eyes of those who see it ? Mercy ? Children at home, Who dumps their food unseen, Hear stories from Somalia, Wonders how food can be so scarce. And asks God, " Have you not mercy ? ". Mercy ? Desires boiling within the self. Sees a prostitute on the street. Approaches her. Satisfies the self. Pays her. Then next day curses her kind. And prays, " God have mercy on them ". Mercy ? A few zealous believers. " Our God is the only god.   Kill the rest - the fools.   They don't deserve to li...

I said they were wrong. Blasphemer, they called me strong. Then said me to move along The scriptures divine, all lifelong. I read as they said, To find something worth mud, Blasting was my head, But I finished before I was dead. I saw stories of faith and parables of wisdom. Ravishing songs and anecdotes of martyrdom. But I didn't see god or his Kingdom. Proof of god, these scriptures they say. Craft of men, these scriptures I say. Then again, you're a blasphemer they say.